To dream of your face
with a star above your eye
and the moon behind your smile
the pillow becomes inadequate
when thinking of your skin
and sheets disappear
when remembering your arms
To walk with you
in the night sky
rolling on the clouds
made from memory and hope
a breeze from the window
becomes your warm breath
the faintest sound
becomes my name on your lips
To have a moment
the late air takes
as quickly as at brings
~JK 10/5/07
No comments:
Post a Comment